Sadness (writing prompt)

 I stand at the door of my past life

and am afraid to change.

But I will continue.

I go in.

I touch the books, the stones.

I touch the empty space in the halls.

This is the feast of sorrow:

the memories and notes on the table.

What can I do but eat? (...)

Future unknown, I know you are waiting in the sunlight,

but first I must lament in the shadows.

First I must dry my tears.

Poetry prompt by Joseph Fasano.

02 - 06 - 2023